Chu Ji died the year he left the Demon Sect.
Five years later.
The world of spiritual practice at dusk is slipping into an undercurrent with no end in sight;
The masters of Xuanmen died one after another in strange and silent ways;
A certain sect produced three elites at the same time. They were just showing a prosperous situation, but all of them died mysteriously overnight;
The demon sect's demon girl's hands were covered in blood, and she killed the mountains and rivers with discoloration, but no one dared to ask a question;
Chu Ji, who had just woken up from the darkness, was inexplicably frightened, because the witch was none other than herself!
More than a dozen mummies appeared in the festival hall in the form of weird octopus sticks;
The man-eating moon comes quietly;
A living, breathing town whispers its most desperate secrets...
Rebellion, lies, greed...
The other side of purgatory is still purgatory
The young master of Xuanmen who returned after many years stood in the fierce red lotus, like a shadow behind the moonlight in the wilderness, and like a sharp blade stained with blood.
"Save me. Or jump down and stay with me."
He stretched out his hand to her and said with a smile.
Intention: Right and wrong do not depend on the stance, but on the actions.